My help.
May 7th 2009
Being at home and not working has been really hard for me so far. It hasn’t even been a week yet, but I am just so used to being busy all day that being at home and just waiting is killing me. I know I should be enjoying this time, and getting things ready and reading lots of books and seeing movies and doing everything I will find harder once the baby is here, but I am really finding it difficult.
So far this week I have tried to spread out my errands so that I have one major thing to do each day so at the very least I can look back and tell myself, ok, you did the laundry, or you cooked ahead some meals and froze them, or hooray, you bought some mulch!
I have been in the garden just about every day. I need to get some photos and get my garden site up and running again. I have big plans, and they will take several years to come together, so I should just start documenting now and see what happens.
Being in the garden and not being at work is also good for meeting the neighbours! We’ve been here two years now and I met more of the neighbours this past week than ever. Most of them were utterly aghast that I was working in the garden with a baby due in a week. Fie, I say. I am not an invalid…I can’t bend over as well as I would like, but I am still capable of doing a lot of things, and seriously, I can pace myself. I do admit I did a little too much yesterday — I thought that getting/loading/unloading/spreading five bags of mulch would be ok, and while in the end it was, it also was a little close to the redline when added to weeding the front garden and planting five serviceberry slips. So I had Chris dig the final four holes for me and planted them this morning (two cherries, and two dwarf apples). I know this sounds grandiose, but they are tiny…will be years before they look like anything, but hey, one has to start somewhere.
Anyhow, today I had a doctor’s appointment, including an internal exam. I am 1cm dilated, so 1/10th of the way there. Nothing else but to wait now, I see her again in a week. I also changed the sheets from flannel to smooth cotton (as I have been dying of heatstroke every night), and I had help, as you can see.
